The air felt colder than it had on the walk in. Maybe it was the adrenaline finally burning off, leaving behind the sting of failure and the ache in her bones. Abby took the long way back toward the apartments, adding extra minutes to her walk just to avoid the front gates.
She didn’t want to see that guard again. Not after Brooks. Not after being caught like a child sneaking out past curfew.
She pulled out her phone and texted Kari for an update.
Still unconscious. Healing slowly.
The words sat heavy in her chest. Abby chewed on her lower lip as she walked, ignoring the way the cold bit at her cheeks and seeped through her jacket. Sneaking back onto the grounds was off the table. That much was clear now. And there was no chance in hell anyone would approve a formal request for the pap
